schedule...? O.o
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lavandarlizard2Trying to get my schedule back in order. We'll see how well that works in the next couple of weeks. O.O
Another bit of BFB; it's short, though. Sorry about that. O.o I've had some difficulty with this part. >_> Duo keeps wanting to run all over the landscape, with Heero and I running after him yelling, "Wait! Wait!" I keep trying to explain that if he does everything in *this* part, there will be nothing left for the *next* part. O.O He's a stubborn Banshee, though.
And the hysteria speaks for itself... >_> I oughta just strip it out, but hey, I'm pissed and worried and Hair-Trigger Ballistic seems to have taken up permanent residence. (sorry sunny ^.o)
Tiring month all around. It totally chaps my scales to hear a constant litany of "We really like your resume/experience, but we just can't hire anyone right now. Sorry." Not because I blame these people; the economy is in the fucking toilet around here and extra clerical staff is a luxury most businesses can't afford. No, what torques my tail is the smarmy, snotty, snide remarks coming from the DC poobahs (emphasis on "poo") who are calling the rest of us "whiners" and "negative thinkers". Well, I guess I would be a lot more positive if I had a job, if gas prices would drop by a dollar a gallon, if my rent hadn't just gone up and if I hadn't heard recently about an acquaintance returning from a tour in Iraq in a body bag. >_< Just "another dead Marine"...
But hey! We're winning the fucking war! The Iraqis love us! The surge is working! The terrorists are over *there*! Pay no attention to those people behind the curtain. You know; the ones cackling over the money they are making off this travesty. Oh. My. Fucking. Sap. I wonder if I can pass for Canadian? >_> Maybe I could master the Australian accent.... ~_~;
(/hysterical rant)
Gisela was very thorough; she had a good memory for detail. Duo couldn’t help wondering if that was natural for her or if she had had to develop the skill in order to deal with Miles. Ctik’s descendant seemed to have sailed pretty close to the edge for most of his adult life.
“So, I didn’t think anything of it when I didn’t run into Ctik for a few weeks,” she concluded with a sigh. “There is an entrance to his personal… crypt, I guess he calls it, but I don’t know where it is.” She looked to her children. “Either of you ever come across it?”
Breeze shook her head. “I never looked. I mean, why would anyone want to? Except to try to hurt him or just be nosy.” She glared at her brother.
Michael slouched in his seat, looking as guilty as possible. “I… might know where it is,” he muttered. “Not everyone spends all their time on the phone drooling over *Robert* and *Justin*,” he sneered.
Breeze reached behind her mother to smack him in the back of the head. “You are so juvenile!”
Gisela covered her eyes and sighed. Obviously an oft-repeated exchange between the siblings.
Duo fixed Michael with a stare. “You *might* know? Show me, then,” he ordered.
Michael blinked in surprise. “You want to see…?” He brightened considerably.
“I do. Now.”
“All right!” He bounced to his feet and headed for the door. “C’mon!”
Duo excused himself to the females and followed closely.
Another bit of BFB; it's short, though. Sorry about that. O.o I've had some difficulty with this part. >_> Duo keeps wanting to run all over the landscape, with Heero and I running after him yelling, "Wait! Wait!" I keep trying to explain that if he does everything in *this* part, there will be nothing left for the *next* part. O.O He's a stubborn Banshee, though.
And the hysteria speaks for itself... >_> I oughta just strip it out, but hey, I'm pissed and worried and Hair-Trigger Ballistic seems to have taken up permanent residence. (sorry sunny ^.o)
Tiring month all around. It totally chaps my scales to hear a constant litany of "We really like your resume/experience, but we just can't hire anyone right now. Sorry." Not because I blame these people; the economy is in the fucking toilet around here and extra clerical staff is a luxury most businesses can't afford. No, what torques my tail is the smarmy, snotty, snide remarks coming from the DC poobahs (emphasis on "poo") who are calling the rest of us "whiners" and "negative thinkers". Well, I guess I would be a lot more positive if I had a job, if gas prices would drop by a dollar a gallon, if my rent hadn't just gone up and if I hadn't heard recently about an acquaintance returning from a tour in Iraq in a body bag. >_< Just "another dead Marine"...
But hey! We're winning the fucking war! The Iraqis love us! The surge is working! The terrorists are over *there*! Pay no attention to those people behind the curtain. You know; the ones cackling over the money they are making off this travesty. Oh. My. Fucking. Sap. I wonder if I can pass for Canadian? >_> Maybe I could master the Australian accent.... ~_~;
(/hysterical rant)
Gisela was very thorough; she had a good memory for detail. Duo couldn’t help wondering if that was natural for her or if she had had to develop the skill in order to deal with Miles. Ctik’s descendant seemed to have sailed pretty close to the edge for most of his adult life.
“So, I didn’t think anything of it when I didn’t run into Ctik for a few weeks,” she concluded with a sigh. “There is an entrance to his personal… crypt, I guess he calls it, but I don’t know where it is.” She looked to her children. “Either of you ever come across it?”
Breeze shook her head. “I never looked. I mean, why would anyone want to? Except to try to hurt him or just be nosy.” She glared at her brother.
Michael slouched in his seat, looking as guilty as possible. “I… might know where it is,” he muttered. “Not everyone spends all their time on the phone drooling over *Robert* and *Justin*,” he sneered.
Breeze reached behind her mother to smack him in the back of the head. “You are so juvenile!”
Gisela covered her eyes and sighed. Obviously an oft-repeated exchange between the siblings.
Duo fixed Michael with a stare. “You *might* know? Show me, then,” he ordered.
Michael blinked in surprise. “You want to see…?” He brightened considerably.
“I do. Now.”
“All right!” He bounced to his feet and headed for the door. “C’mon!”
Duo excused himself to the females and followed closely.
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